piper: gm beautiful 💕

piper: wtf whyd it make a groupchat

piper: left the chat

jason lived, and he sacrificed himself. it was the only thing he could do. piper couldn't die: she had her whole life ahead of her. jason? he was trained to fight, born to die in battle against his enemy. and that, he did.

jason died, and his life was gone. he expected to end up in the underworld, of course; if he was lucky, then he'd be honored to elysium.

jason died, and he was sent to valhalla. his view on gods was turned upside down as he saw those in the Hall, and surrounded himself by those of various mythologies. he found himself beside honorable norse demigods, mortals, and any other species.

jason died, and he visited his friends. they were happy, of course, that jason was back. they missed him, they loved him, they stayed friends with him. he visited as often as he could, along with irisMessaging.

jason died, and he stayed young. he was a teen forever, invincible in valhalla. he could fight and train– exactly what he'd done when he was alive– and not be worried of the permanence of death.

jason died, and he watched his friends grow. leo, working with his moms to help children in need have a safe place to stay. piper, living with shel, indulging their lives in their creativity. she even adopted tons of cats, jason and leo being their uncles. reyna stayed as young as him, her skills as a hunter steadily increasing. he was so proud of them.

jason died, and he saw his friends do the same. first, piper, then leo. he mourned with shel until she inevitably died, too. even reyna, killed by a foe in battle. he avoided the mortal world, using his grief to power himself in valhalla.